It was at B-Fest. It was called “To Catch a Yeti.” They put up a screen for several minutes before it played, showing the title and a picture of this hideous thing. The smart ones fled, or as Mary did, fell asleep. More fool those of us who struggled through. I was very tempted to flee, though; bad kiddie caper movies are a strong contender to bad comedies for worst overall type of film.

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